School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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Fat Ging
OK Fat Ging was part of our group of friends and this isn't a malicious fight.
first, how he got his nickname: one day we were playing a sort of game where you had to jump on Fat Ging whilst he was on the floor in the corridor. i jumped on him and he banged his head on the wall, oops. he got up and got me in a headlock and called me a "Fat Ginger Git". i pushed him off and that was that. i must add im not ginger, not overly fat and definatly not a git.
i dont know how long after, but he was subsequently given the nickname Fat Ginger Git, which was shortend to Fat Ging, or sometimes Fat. He wasn't fat, ginger or a git either. :/
in one science lesson with hydrochloric acid, he wetted a bit of tissue with the aforementioned acid and threw it at my back (he sat behind me). so i turned around with my pippet and sprayed some in his face. he got me back with his pippet, so i grabbed the whole beaker and thrust it in his face, and he did the same to me.
none of us won, because we had both run out of hydrochloric acid, but we got told off and had to wash off in the sink because the acid was acting acidy and burning my face!
i also remember getting a group of our mates together, and running shouting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" which obivously alerts others, who then chase us looking for where the fight is. the number of people snowballed and we led them on a wild goose chase around the school. eventually we could sneak into the middle of the group and sneak out, stop and watch them kind of disperse when they finally realise there will be no fight.
other times we would point at one person in front of us, who would get scared of the mob and run, which made the group think it was this bloke getting beat up, so would chase him until something stopped them! oh the days!
My Penis is big.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 17:16, Reply)
OK Fat Ging was part of our group of friends and this isn't a malicious fight.
first, how he got his nickname: one day we were playing a sort of game where you had to jump on Fat Ging whilst he was on the floor in the corridor. i jumped on him and he banged his head on the wall, oops. he got up and got me in a headlock and called me a "Fat Ginger Git". i pushed him off and that was that. i must add im not ginger, not overly fat and definatly not a git.
i dont know how long after, but he was subsequently given the nickname Fat Ginger Git, which was shortend to Fat Ging, or sometimes Fat. He wasn't fat, ginger or a git either. :/
in one science lesson with hydrochloric acid, he wetted a bit of tissue with the aforementioned acid and threw it at my back (he sat behind me). so i turned around with my pippet and sprayed some in his face. he got me back with his pippet, so i grabbed the whole beaker and thrust it in his face, and he did the same to me.
none of us won, because we had both run out of hydrochloric acid, but we got told off and had to wash off in the sink because the acid was acting acidy and burning my face!
i also remember getting a group of our mates together, and running shouting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" which obivously alerts others, who then chase us looking for where the fight is. the number of people snowballed and we led them on a wild goose chase around the school. eventually we could sneak into the middle of the group and sneak out, stop and watch them kind of disperse when they finally realise there will be no fight.
other times we would point at one person in front of us, who would get scared of the mob and run, which made the group think it was this bloke getting beat up, so would chase him until something stopped them! oh the days!
My Penis is big.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 17:16, Reply)
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